5 O'Clock
The clock is ticking. Peacefully and quietly.
The room sits still as the two looked away. It only them.
The long hand moving slowly and painlessly. Just like his heart.
The clock is breaking in the distance.
The hands of the clock striking 5.
And its just them.
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